What is fame? Fame is but a slow decay, Even this shall pass away

Baby bye Here's a fly, Let us watch him, you and I, How he crawls Up the walls Yet he never falls.

Once in Persia reigned a king
Who upon his signet ring
Graved a maxim true and wise,
Which he held before the eyes
Gave him counsel at a glance
Fit for every change and chance.
Solemn words, and these are they:
Even this shall pass away.

The more we study human nature, the less we think of men - the more of man

But I account it worth All pangs of fair hopes crost All loves and honors lost, To gain the heavens, at cost Of losing earth

Almost universally, the people we end up having to rescue are day hikers who didn't prepare well because they thought they'd be out for only a few hours.